...The Downhill Run...(Part 5)

...The Downhill Run...(Part 5)

I woke up alone with the sun streaming into
the room. My head was pounding and so was my rigid hard on. It
took me a minute to even realize where I was and then the
events of the previous evening flooded back to my mind. The
more I thought about the night before, the more my dick
throbbed.

My hand encircled the base of my dick and I
started to slowly stroke myself. The inside of my thighs began
to quiver as the warm familiar tingle of the impending orgasm
began to surge through my body.

“Need a hand, amigo?” a female
voice called out with a laugh from the doorway.

Opening my eyes, I saw Celia standing in the
doorway, wearing only a loose fitting t-shirt the ended right
where her black pussy hair began. As she stepped into the
room, her father came in behind her, reaching around to fondle
her flopping tits. She grinned and rubbed her pretty much bare
ass back against his crotch. As they stepped closer to the
bed, I could see Humberto's stiff dick pushing out against his
daughter's butt through the thin material of his shorts.

“We both have helping hands, don't we,
Papa?” she cooed, taking one of his hands off her left
breast and placing it on my dick.

Humberto's fingers tightened around my shaft
as Celia slipped her hand down to cup my balls. I squirmed a
little, perfectly willing to spurt my cum in his hand. Celia
sat down on the bed, turned to her father and pulled his
shorts down below his knees. She gently kissed the angry
looking purple head pushing out from its fleshy sheath and I
felt his hand tighten on my dick.

Keeping her tongue flitting back and forth in
the slit of his dick, she rolled her eyes to me and smiled
wickedly. She pulled back and stuck out her tongue for me to
see the droplet of her father's precum before bending forward
and jamming that tongue into my mouth.

I was getting really close to blowing my load
and both of them knew it. Celia crawled up on top of me and
straddled my hips as she slid her dripping pussy down over my
cock. She didn't ride me up and down but rather just leaned
forward, pressing her tits into my chest and ramming her
tongue back in my mouth.

Just as I started to thrust up into her, I
felt her her father lick and suck my balls and his finger
plunge into her asshole to rub against my cock. Then Celia
started thrashing uncontrollably and my sperm gushed deep
inside her. She rode me hard and fast until my dick slipped
out of her.

She rolled off me on to her back and her
father pushed her thighs apart and scooped my cum out of her
pussy with his tongue. She climaxed again, spraying her
father's face with her pussy juices before clamping her legs
around his head.

When her legs stopped quivering she wiggled
around to sit with her legs dangling over the edge of the bed
and took her father's throbbing dick into her hands. She
licked the entire length of his dick like a dripping ice cream
cone and then looked over to me.

I crawled over to them, cupped his balls in
one hand and began licking his cock along with her. When his
back arched and he groaned loudly, Celia sucked him in deeply
so the first spurts of his cum shot into the back of her
throat. Then she pulled his dick out of her mouth and offered
it to me, even as some of his jism splashed on my face. I
eagerly sucked him down and kept his cock in my mouth until
the last droplets of his sperm dribbled down my throat.

Humberto's legs wobbled for a moment before he
kissed his daughter, pulled his shorts back up and walked out
of the room. I flopped on my side and eyed her critically, the
rapid heaving of her breasts slowing as she regained control
of her breathing.

“Neither man or woman lives by cum
alone,” she grinned impishly and climbed off the bed,
“let's go get some breakfast.”

I got up to join her and realized I left my
clothes downstairs the night before. When I said something,
she just laughed, threw her t-shirt into the corner and
together we walked naked down the stairs.

Apparently dressing for breakfast was optional
or, to say the least, a casual affair. Bonita was placing
platters of pancakes on the table when we walked in wearing
only an untied robe that hung loosely from her shoulders. Her
sagging tits swayed around freely as she moved. Best as I
could tell everyone else besides Humberto in his shorts was
completely nude.

Their happy chatter didn't even pause when
Celia and I walked in and found a place to sit. We dug into
the coffee and food, not discussing anything consequential
during the meal. After finishing, we retired to the open
courtyard for more coffee. I grinned noticing the way Amy and
Trish seemed to be trading off, with Amy sitting on a couch
between Humberto and Manny while Trish sat very close to Nico.

I smiled questioningly at Celia who grinned
back at me then motioned for Jerry to join us on another
couch. When he sat, she took both of our dicks in her hand and
leaned back with her legs splayed open.

“Nico, if you don't mind, I have a
couple of questions,” Jerry said while rubbing his hand
up the inside of Celia's thigh until his little finger brushed
against her thick pussy hair.

“Sure, go right ahead and I'll try to
answer anything I can,” Nico answered moving Trish on to
his lap so he could cup one of her tits in his hand.

Celia took my free hand and placed right over
her hairy mons then began thumbing the tip of my cock while
stoking Jerry. No doubt in my mind I could get very used to
this kind of Costa Rican hospitality.

“Well, we told you about getting the
boat ready with Mel and our voyage down here so far,”
Jerry continued, “ but we don't know why we are here or
how you knew my grandfather.”

Before responding, Nico took a deep swig of
his coffee then put the cup down on a table next to his chair.
Bonita came up behind him, leaning forward with her arms over
his shoulders so her tits brushed against his back. He tweaked
Trish's nipple and placed his hand down between her legs which
she obligingly spread so his finger rested between her pussy
lips.

“We knew Gerald and Mel because we
sailed with them years ago, both Bonita and I, for close to
two years,” Nico began, a dreamy look filling his eyes.
“That was before your grandfather had much more than the
boat, but it didn't matter to any of us. It was the great
adventure of our lives and we lived every minute of it to the
fullest.”

“But...but why then was Bonita so angry
when we first met?” Jerry asked, his cock now almost
completely stiff in Celia's hand.

“A couple of reasons, Jerry,”
Bonita answered, swirling both of Nico's nipples in her
finger. “I was shocked seeing you...looking exactly as I
remember Gerald...like you were a ghost.”

“When I last saw Gerald I was totally
pissed off at him, because I...I thought...,” Bonita's
voice trailed off.

“Because she was pregnant with Celia and
Manny's mother and thought Gerald could be the father,”
Nico finished for her. “He and Mel brought us back here
and were getting ready to sail for home. Neither of them
wanted to even consider it was them, although in all honesty,
it could well have been any of the three of us. Anyway, when
they left, we were not on the best of terms.”

“Mel never told us any of that,”
Jerry muttered, “but if that was the case, what happened
to the baby and why are we here?”

“We raised her as our own, since she
could well have been,” Bonita added with a sigh, “along
with her brother who was definitely ours.”

“But my sis...er...wife died during
childbirth having Manny,” Humberto added with a sigh and
the whole room fell silent for a few minutes.

“So why did Mel tell us to come here?”
Amy chimed in while taking Humberto and Manny's dicks in her
hands.

“After Gerald started to build his
wealth, he must have felt guilty.” Nico went on. “In
any case, he started sending us money regularly and shares of
stock each time he started another business. In consequence,
our fortunes rose with his to the point we are quite
comfortable.”

“Then about three years ago, he sent a
letter saying he was quite ill. He included a sealed note and
instructed us to give it to you if you ever showed up. So here
we are.”

We all sat silently again for a few moments.
Then Bonita leaned down and kissed Nico on the top of his head
and walked to another part of the house. She returned a couple
of minutes later and handed Jerry a yellowing plain envelope
with his name neatly printed on it.

Jerry just stared at the envelope for a minute
before tearing it open. Some sort of key fell into his lap as
he unfolded the handwritten letter inside. He read it
carefully, maybe twice, then handed it to me without saying a
word.

I read it then looked up at him. He smiled
wanly and nodded for me to read it aloud for everyone.

Hi Kiddo,

If you're reading this, I'm dead. More
importantly, you hooked up with Mel, fixed up the boat and
made it to Jacó. Congratulations!

Please give my best to my very old friends
Nico and Bonita. I hope they are showing you the very best of
their exquisite Costa Rican hospitality.

I suppose you're wondering why I'm asking
you to do all this. The answer is pretty simple like I hinted
at in the first letter...money...lots of money. But I want you
to earn it and learn a few things about yourself before you
get your hands on it, just the way I did on that voyage so
long ago.

The key in this letter is for a safe
deposit box in your name in Hilo, Hawaii, account number
032-4425-9691. The trick is which bank. For that, you need to
find Mele. She will tell you which bank so you can get the
instructions for the third part of your adventure.

Tell Bonita I still often and very fondly
think about that very special things she does.

Have fun and good luck.

Gramps

I handed the letter back to Jerry and looked
around the room. Bonita was blushing a deep red, with a tear
trickling down her cheek. Nico just stared off into space.

“Who's Mele?” Amy asked sensibly,
breaking the silence in the room.

“I want to go with you,” Celia
piped up, “just like Nanny did.”

“Me too,” Manny added but I'm not
sure anyone else heard since the room broke into total
confusion with everyone trying to talk at the same time.

Jerry just stared off into space and slumped
back on the sofa with even his dick limp in Celia's hand. She
didn't even notice as the first drops of my precum dribbled
down over her other hand.

After a few minutes of chaos, Nico finally got
everyone's attention. Bonita came around and sat next to him
and she and Trish idly fondled each others tits while
listening to him.

“OK, OK... everyone hold on and let's
see if we can get all the questions answered,” he said
loudly, generally quieting the room.

“Mele was the...uh...other woman on the
voyage,” Bonita added with a wan smile. “We
dropped her at home in Hilo before sailing back here. We
haven't talked to her since and have no idea what Gerald or
Mel might have done.”

“It sounds like someone got in touch
with her,” I said, squirming around a little to stave
off the beginning of an orgasm, “since she apparently
knows about the safe deposit box.”

“So how would we find her in
Hilo...hell...I don't even know where Hilo is?” Amy
asked as she snuggled back against Humberto and he pushed her
legs even further apart.

“We have an address of sorts somewhere,
but it goes back to when we left her there.” Nico
explained. “I suspect finding her is part of Gerald's
charge for you.”

“Me either,” Nico added, “since
I'm not at all sure the lot of you are ready for such a
voyage.”

“We made it here didn't we?” Jerry
finally spoke up.

“It's one thing to sail down here barely
out of sight of the coast and entirely another matter to sail
across the open ocean to Hawaii,” Nico stated flatly.

This discussion went round and round for the
next half hour, all the time my dick throbbed in Celia's hand.
The occasional sly smile she gave me told me she knew exactly
what she was doing and it was all I could do to keep from
spraying my spunk out over her hand in front of everyone.

We all finally decided the first order of
business was for Nico to take a really close look at the boat.
As the others rummaged around looking for their clothes, Celia
led me down a hall to a small room that looked like an office.
She pushed me down in a chair and knelt between my legs,
licking the throbbing tip of my cock and the next spurt of
precum leaking from the slit.

“I'm surprised you didn't cum in my
hand,” she cooed before swallowing my dick half way into
her mouth.

“Me too,” I moaned and thrust my
hip up, just far enough she could slip a finger into my
asshole.

With that I tensed and shot several sticky
streams into her throat and Celia eagerly gobbled down every
drop. When I finally went limp, she stood and led me back to
the courtyard to find my clothes.

Celia walked between me and her brother as we
followed Jerry and Nico and Bonita to the boat. We both had a
hand around her waist resting on the top of her ass while she
draped her arms over both our shoulders. Trish and Amy stayed
behind at the house with Humberto and I could only imagine
what they were doing to him while we were gone.

We gave them the cook's tour of the boat and
Nico seemed mightily impressed. He had a number of technical
questions about some of the new features that Jerry addressed
in some detail. Meanwhile, Manny seemed overly interested in
the sleeping area, slowly shepherding me and his sister in
that direction. When he bumped against her ass, Celia looked
back over her shoulder and grinned at him evilly.

“My, my littler brother, look how much
you've grown in the last few minutes,” she laughed
rubbing her hand over the obvious bulge in Manny's shorts.

“That seems to be the effect you have on
everyone,” he grinned, leaning forward his tongue
darting into her ear while reaching out to brush his hand over
my crotch.

I stepped a little closer facing Manny and
Celia turned to put her arm around us both. He started moving
his hand over my stiffening dick as I felt Celia squeeze my
ass, bringing me even closer to them both. I bent forward and
flicked my tongue out at Celia's lips. Her tongue flicked out
to meet mine and, a few seconds later, so did Manny's.

My dick was throbbing as we fell on to the bed
together. Manny and my hands crept up under Celina's tank top,
pawing her breasts and pinching her tits. Her hips thrashed
wildly as her brother moved down and pulled off her shorts
then loosened his own belt and threw his own shorts to one
side.

“Doesn't my little brother have a really
nice cock?” Celia growled into my mouth and then pushed
my chin with a finger so I was looking right at the tip of
Manny's dick mere inches from my face.

There was already a string of his precum
stretching toward the mattress as Manny reached down and
pulled my shorts over my knees and off my ankles. He
straightened back up on his knees and Celia cupped his balls,
pulling him closer until that dripping tip brushed over my
lips.

“He tastes really good too,” Celia
cooed into my ear, followed by a slobbering wet kiss.

Of that I had no doubt as his dick slid
between my lips. I thought I caught a hint of pussy on that
cock but I wasn't sure if it was Amy or Trish's since I had no
idea which one fucked him earlier or, at least, last.

Celia continued licking and sucking his balls
while her brother's dick plunged into my throat. I gagged and
pulled back, only to have Celia's tongue joined Manny's dick
in my mouth. She stayed their a few seconds then licked her
way down my body to swallow my cock.

I fell backward with Manny kneeling next to
me, thrusting his hips as he face fucked me. Celia climbed on
to my dick, lunging wildly while giving her brother a deep
tongue lashing kiss. My cum exploded in her pussy and I
flailed frantically until my cock deflated and slipped out of
her.

She rolled off me and pulled her brother on
top, wrapping her legs around his waist and locking her ankles
behind his back. His engorged dick pushed against her pussy
lips for just a second before he slipped deep into her cunt.
Celia groaned and thrashed, climaxing on her brother's dick
even before he started to cum in her.

Manny held his weight off her voluptuous body
with his arms on each side of her as he pummeled her cunt. I
leaned on my side to watch his cock going in and out of her
pussy while her ample pancaked tits flopped around
unrestrained. After his cum gushed into her, Manny rolled to
one side and a veritable river of sticky sperm dribbled from
her hairy cunt.

“I do hope you children are playing
nice,” Bonita laughed from the doorway, her erect
nipples pushing out against the thin material of her top.

“Oh yes, Nanny,” Celia cooed
reaching again for both of our cocks, “and we all would
be happy to play nice with you too.”

“Later, sweetie, right now we need to
head home,” Bonita just giggled and turned away.

Right about then, the boat began to move. I
jumped up and rushed out of the cabin, not bothering to put on
my shorts. Jerry and Nico stood at the helm and, after they
stopped laughing, explained to me they were simply moving the
boat to a slip next to Nico's fishing vessel.

Jerry was raring to get going but Nico
insisted we stay for a little while longer. He made a good
point that we needed to sharpen our sailing skills before
embarking on such a voyage. Somehow that translated into Jerry
and me waking up at four in the morning six days a week and
working our asses off on his fishing boat.

We did that for about a month and I had to
admit, both of us were getting a lot more fit. Hauling in nets
ten hours a day had a way of doing that for you.

Not that the stay was all work.

Jerry and I both learned all about that very
special thing Bonita did. It turned out the first night was
barely an introduction of what that woman could do to our
dicks with her pussy. The best part was, Celia was well on the
way to acquiring the same skill and, once they found out about
it, Amy and Trish insisted on learning as well.

It also turned out that they were related to
half the town or so it seemed. Every night there was a
constant parade of aunts and uncles and cousins coming through
the house, sharing in the meals and tequila...and the four of
us.

Starting the first night, I slept in Celia's
bed although not necessarily with her and almost never alone
with her. The family apparently found it easier to put us in
different bedrooms and then rotate around to us. Usually the
nightly fun began after dinner, although it was hardly
uncommon to give or get a blow job or quickie fuck in the
courtyard or the shower after work.

Most nights, a few of the aunts or uncles or
cousins would either stick around for dinner or show up
shortly thereafter for what became basically a nightly orgy. I
got the strong impression Bonita was teaching more than a few
female relatives her special technique.

Finally, Nico appeared satisfied the hurricane
season was over and we wouldn't sink the boat and drown
ourselves, or more importantly Celia and Manny, in some other
fashion. It took quite a bit of arguing back and forth, but
finally everyone agreed that the two of them would accompany
us.

Now space on the boat was pretty cramped to
start and adding Celia and Manny meant we had to get really
creative. I had all the faith in the world that Amy and Trish
would figure it out.

We spent another week making sure everything
was ship shape and stuffing supplies into every nook and
cranny of the boat. Celia took Amy and Trish off one day to
see the brother of some guy one of her cousin's
sister-in-law's nephew's next door neighbor knew from the army
and, after apparently fucking half of the local cartel, came
back that night with more than enough weed to last us for the
estimated seven or eight week voyage.

We planned to leave on a Sunday morning,
giving us and the family...and I mean all the aunts, uncles
and cousins within a day's ride...one last party. I didn't
know until that night that tequila came in large wooden casks.
Nico had two of them set up in the courtyard by noon the day
of the orgy. The timing also gave everyone the next day off to
recover and make their peace with the local padre.

The fucking started early, with Bonita making
a point of doing Manny, Jerry and me right off the bat, while
Trish, Amy and Celia concentrated on Nico and Humberto.
Between the tequila and the sheer number of visiting family, I
lost track of who or how many I sucked and fucked before it
even got dark.

We finally managed to shove off about three
hours later than we planned, not that it mattered much in the
face of an eight week voyage. Trish did come up with a
brilliant sleeping arrangement...leave two of us on deck at
all times. After a couple of days we settled in to a
reasonable semblance of a routine and at least kept the boat
pointed in the general direction of Hawaii.

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